| D | G | |
| I had | nothing to do on this hot afternoon |
| A | D | |
| but to | settle down and write you a | line |
| G | |
| I been | meaning to phone ya, but from Minnesota |
| A | D | |
| Hell, it's been a very long | time |
| A | |
| You wear it | well |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | |
| A | little old | fashioned but | that's all | right |
| D | G | |
| I sup | pose you're thinking how Betty's thinking |
| A | D | |
| or she | wouldn't get in touch with | me |
| G | |
| For | I ain't begging or losing my head |
| A | D | |
| I | sure do want you to | know |
| A | |
| That you wear it | well |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | |
| There ain't a | lady in a | land so | fine oh my |
| D | |
| Remember their |
| G | |
| basement parties, your brothers courted |
| A | D | |
| All day rock and roll | shows |
| G | |
| the | homesick blues and the radical views |
| A | D | |
| haven't left a mark on | you |
| A | |
| You wear it | well |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | |
| A | little loud at | times but | I don't | mind |
| G | A | |
| But I ain't for | getting that you were once | mine |
| G | A | |
| but I | blew it without even | trying |
| G | |
| Now I'm | eating my heart out |
| A | D | |
| trying to get a letter | through |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | |
| Since you've been | gone it's hard to | carry your | weight |
| D | |
| I want to | write about the |
| G | |
| birthday gown that I bought in town |
| A | D | |
| that | you sat down and cried on the | stands |
| You knew it didn't |
| G | |
| cost me up, but for what it's worth |
| A | D | |
| you made me | feel like a million | aire |
| A | |
| and you wear it | well |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | |
| Madame O | nassis got | nothing on | you |
| D | G | |
| When my | coffee's cold, and I'm being told |
| A | D | |
| that I | gotta go back to | work |
| G | |
| So when the | sun goes low and you're home alone |
| A | D | |
| try not to think of me and | laugh |
| A | |
| and I wear it | well |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | |
| I don't | mind if you | call col | lect |
| D | G | A | |
| But I | ain't for | getting that you were once | mine |
| G | A | |
| but I | blew it without even | trying |
| G | |
| Now I'm | eating my heart out |
| A | D | |
| trying to get back to | you |
| Em | D/F# | G | A | |
| Since that's been | said, what's | left to ad | dress? |
I agree with the wcpom guy. But nice one mate. You got the tune Geeze.